"Luo Xia..." Bo Fengheng couldn't believe his eyes as he rushed over, disregarding everything, and fiercely grabbed her.
His chest wound tore open.
"Master..." Ye Ying appeared in an instant with his men, rushing madly over, but only managed to grasp his leg as half of his body had already fallen.
"Let me go." Mu Yin struggled with all her might.
"No." Bo Fengheng held onto her tightly, the wound already breaking open, with bright red blood soaking his white shirt and dripping down his arm.
"Why are you doing this? I almost killed you. Let go, you'd be happy if I died, right?" Mu Yin's heart was in agony as tears streamed down her face.
Why not let go?
Letting go would end it all.
"I don't want you to die, I want you... to come back to me..." Bo Fengheng uttered each word with difficulty, blood rushing to his chest and sliding down the corner of his mouth.
It fell onto Mu Yin's face.
Warm and with a sweet, metallic taste.
